In the end, only three things matter:
how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
Just because you don’t say much doesn’t mean people don’t notice you. It’s actually the quiet ones who often draw the most attention. There’s this constant whirlwind of motion and sound all around, and then there’s the quiet one, the eye of the storm.
For the love of a rose, the gardener becomes the slave of a thousand thorns.
إذا احداً يكرهنى لسعادتى ادعى ان الله يرسل له سعادة لكى ينسى سعادتى
if someone hates me for my happiness, I ask God that he sends him happiness so that he forgets mine
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
after patience, a beautiful thing awaits.
Your radiance shines
in every atom of creation
yet our petty desires keep it hidden.
I would rather be what God chose to make me than the most glorious creature that I could think of; for to have been thought about, born in God’s thought, and then made by God is the dearest, grandest, and most precious thing in all thinking.
There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
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Friedrich Nietzsche (via perfect)
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Tell people about your religion without the use of your tongue
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Imam Jaffar Alsadiq (a.s.)
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‘But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.’
How can I not love an eye that sees me beautiful in all my states?
